Lord Voldemort raised his huge pale hand, and the slates flew out of Lucius's tray and floated in front of Lord Voldemort. His glowing red eyes and vertical pupils focused on the stone slabs and probed them carefully.
"Master, the slates vaguely describe the location of the collection." Lucius's finger pointed to a spot on the rightmost slates. "I've read a lot of information, and I can finally confirm that the location should be in the Black Forest near Baden-Württemberg … As for the exact location, master, I still need enough time to investigate …"
Lord Voldemort ignored Lucius. His pale hand brushed across the slates, and lines of words were carved on them. After carefully identifying the words, Lord Voldemort directed the slates to land on the table. He took out his wand and tapped on the slates.
"Reveal your secret." The suspicious Lord Voldemort cast a spell to determine the history of the slates. After confirming that the slates were indeed thousands of years old and were not fake, Lord Voldemort's cold lips curled up.
Lucius ran his fingers through his long hair and bowed slightly, appearing to be very respectful. "Master … We used all the detection spells we could think of on this slate. We only dared to show it to you after confirming its authenticity."
Bellatrix looked at her brother-in-law, Lucius. She used the replica of Victor's Hand to support herself on the chair and leaned closer to Lord Voldemort. She let out a sharp baby-like voice. "My master, Lucius is at least more reliable than that bunch of trash."
"Lucius, it seems that you're very good at unearthing things? I'll leave this task to you … "Lord Voldemort put the lid back and patted it gently to show that he was in a good mood." Lucius, what should I reward you with? "
This allowed everyone present to heave a sigh of relief. Even Bella was unable to withstand the rage of their master during the previous series of events.
"No need, it's my honor to be able to serve my master …" Lucius quickly bowed and refused. He looked at the Death Eaters around him and seemed to be a little proud. Then, Lucius suddenly remembered his good friend's broken arm. "If it's possible, master, Rudolf's arm is broken … Can …" After blurting it out, Lucius suddenly realized that even if The Dark Lord didn't plan to change his arm, he wouldn't be so generous as to give such a strange item to his subordinates. His eyes flashed as he continued to explain. "Master, can you make another replica of Victor's Hand … I shouldn't ask for a reward for serving my master, but I do have such a wish. Rudolf is still useful to my master …"
"Shut up! Lucius! Master doesn't need you to judge! " After Bellatrix finished yelling, she looked away uncomfortably from Lucius who was looking at her.
Lord Voldemort didn't respond to Lucius's request or Bellatrix. He looked at the few slates again with a burning gaze. Just one Victor's Hand was nothing. It would be more powerful if the hand and eye were used together. And now he knew that there was a third one … If he could gather all three, a greedy and cruel look flashed through his eyes. "Parkinson, I'll give you one more chance. Go and collect information about Victor's Eye. If you can't even do such a small thing well, then you have no value."
As soon as Lord Voldemort's voice fell, Old Parkinson almost knelt at his feet with a surprised look. "I promise you, master. I'll do my best to do this."
"You better. This is what your daughter, Pency Parkinson, who is more outstanding than you, fought for for you. Otherwise, Nagini will be willing to enjoy a meal." Lord Voldemort took out the letter sent by Pency Parkinson again and the letter flew to Lucius. Lucius subconsciously pinched the parchment. "Read the contents of the letter to them."
Lucius quickly took it and told them about the conflict between Harris and Dumbledore, the pure-blood families in England who wanted to unite against Harris and try to drive them out of England, and Pency's inquiry about the next step.
"Tell me what you think." After Lucius finished reading, Lord Voldemort asked the group of Death Eaters loudly. The fire in his red eyes emitted a strange light.
"Even if Allen Harris and Dumbledore unite, master is not afraid!" Bellatrix's eyes were fanatical and she said in a baby-like voice, "A selfish pure-blood like Harris is a traitor to all the pure-bloods! They are like rotten ulcers. We have to cut them out. "
Rabastan Lestrange's rough voice followed. "I hope these pure-blood families can defeat the traitor Harris and make him scram back to Germany with his tail between his legs!"
Rudolphus looked at his hot-blooded brother who was waving his fists. He hesitated and added, "Harris's speech forced the pure-blood families who originally sided with Harris to support Dumbledore … As long as Harris is defeated, it will be good for us … Without the Ministry of Magic, we can easily deal with them."
"I didn't expect that Mr. Lestrange, who is famous for the speed of his wand in his right hand, is also full of wisdom." A tall man with shiny hair and a face full of pockmarks said sarcastically with a tired expression. He was August Luxwood, a spy planted in the Ministry of Magic by a mysterious person during the first wizard war. Before he was arrested, he worked in the Department of Mysterious Affairs of the Ministry of Magic and was responsible for passing the information of the Ministry of Magic to the mysterious person. After he escaped from prison last year, Lord Voldemort learned about the prophecy ball in the Ministry of Magic through him. Recently, he was also highly regarded by the Dark Lord because of his identity as the Silent One.
After listening, Rabastan touched his wand as if he wanted to attack him, but he was suppressed by Bellatrix's terrifying sister-in-law aura. Then Bellatrix turned her eyes to August and asked arrogantly, "My wand is not slow either, do you want to try?"
"I'm sorry … Bellatrix, I didn't mean anything else." August Luxwood lowered his head obediently, not daring to look at Bellatrix.
"Enough, I'm here to let you say your opinions, not to listen to your quarrel!" The mysterious person's impatient voice came. "Rudolphus, continue."
This startled all the Death Eaters present and they opened their mouths to beg for forgiveness. However, many of the surrounding Death Eaters looked at Rudolphus Lestrange. Many of them looked at his broken wrist with undisguised contempt, and some of them pretended to inadvertently glance at Bellatrix's stomach.
Rudolphus quietly glanced at the calm and thoughtful Lord Voldemort and continued, "Harris doesn't like those pureblood families, and the way he's doing it now is to force them into a dead end. And Dumbledore's views are also very different from theirs. I think they won't be too satisfied with Dumbledore … I think we can try to contact them again. In addition, many pureblood families outside the United Kingdom are also very dissatisfied with Harris's decision …"
Lord Voldemort did not comment on their words, and his sharp eyes fell on Bellatrix.
"Master, I think this idiot's suggestion is still feasible." Bellatrix changed into a baby-like voice again. "But this is not enough. How can we not participate in defeating Harris? We have to fight back to the United Kingdom! "
Lucius was a little anxious. Although he also thought that Harris's actions were crazy and betrayed the pureblood family, the current situation was a little too late for him to stop Harris. He did not want Harris to fall. "But now the Ministry of Magic's strength is not yet …"
"Lucius, you are still too timid. We don't have to attack the United Kingdom's Ministry of Magic. We can use Phantom Shift to attack the Muggle and put pressure on the United Kingdom's Ministry of Magic, giving the pureblood families an excuse to attack the Ministry of Magic." Rabastan rudely interrupted Lucius, just like his brother Rudolphus used to do.
"Lucius, before you go to complete the next excavation mission, use your unexposed identity to go back to the United Kingdom and contact the pureblood families who did not choose us. They wanted to rely on Harris, but now the situation has changed. A bunch of idiots … Be careful not to reveal our information in front of your son. Your son's position will be useful to us in the future …" Lord Voldemort stared viciously and interrupted Lucius's refutation. He mocked, "In addition, Rabastan, bring some people back to the United Kingdom to complete your idea. Bring along that idiot Crabbe and give him a chance … As for the pureblood families outside the United Kingdom, Ogyust, you go."
"I will obey your wishes, Master …" Lucius was worried that the Dark Lord had begun to focus on Draco again. But at least it seemed that he did not have any plans to go further in the short term.
"By the way, when you go back to the United Kingdom, let Narcissa come over to accompany Bella."
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